Despite the autumn's graceful start, the beauty of the neutrals never seemed to fade. A crowd of lavender petals awaited the likes of a dark wolf, one with a lively soul of gentle touches and a bright, everlasting passion to both love and fight. The maiden roamed quietly, her steps just as elegant as they were when she was two years young and fine, now she was an aging fae of immortality. She never showed the slightest of her age with the exception of knowledge, her features proved to good to be true, making her seem almost ageless and forever a remarkable specimen to nature's hands. The light, yet profoundly innocent brushes of the petals made her coo a soft sound from her lips in relief, her mind at ease naturally due to its smell and great ability to calm the nerves and sweep the torrid thoughts from her all at once. The feeling was almost toxic as it had begun to soak into her obsidian hairs covering her forearms and limbs resting against the swaying dancers of the great land. They reminded her of the little things in life, the simplest of objects creating that of a beautiful start for her to process at the day's hello.

And soon she was at their power, enchanted and compelled to dance with them as the wind whistled a soft tune for a more romantic element. T'what was not nearly needed, Juno praised it anyway, and began to sway at will with the wind and nature around her. Her lips formed a flat line, and her voice hummed from behind those confines to the little melody she thought up on the spot. The path she made by beating the flowers down with her feet then widened with the twirling of her body. Her tail grazed over the top of the flowers, sending them away and into the wind so that they circled around her almost. The gentle fae managed a giggle as she watched them fly towards the sun and closed her eyes as the sunshine was no longer hidden behind the treeline but now on her. It served as a spotlight, providing a glistening beauty to her already slick and clean coat of shadows. The memory of love then began to prosper throughout her mindset and instantly, she thought of her mate and her at first sight. The little swamp. The purple flowers. The laughs and joy. The love they shared. Her eyes slowly opened, bright, two orbs of emerald glowing towards the attention of the autumn rays of light.

Marrok was trotted, his feet hitting the ground and equal beats as he traveled from the comforts of the pack clearing. The ceremony was called to an end and after giving his congratulations to the new couples his amber eyes searched for his own mate who promised a conversation with him. Playing coy with him and not revealing her intent Marrok only saw her whisk away a second before she was gone from his sight. Luckily her intoxicating aroma led him to the flower field, a mass of color against the autumn sun. He sighed in contentment, letting the sweet scent of flowers and his fae fill his nose. Closing his eyes in pure bliss he bounces in the field, sending waves of stray petals into the soft breeze. He saw Juno up ahead of him, but held back, wanting to get something first. Looking about he spied a small branch of wild lavender in full bloom and strong enough to withstand the wind. Plucking it with his maw he carried his prize and token to his love, curling his tail and puffing out his chest as he neared her.

Drawing close her beautiful scent overpowered the flower in his mouth. Almost drooling in ecstasy he grinned and placed the sprig on her head, letting the frills of petals drape her face and highlight her perfect features. Puffing out more he bowed low to the ebony fae and grinned at her like a love sick apprentice. "For you m'lady though it's beauty is defeated by your own it is a token of my unyielding devotion to you. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this fine day?" He questioned, his toothy grin almost making him giddy and letting him feel the youth of his past once again.

The tattered beauty remained aloft and welcome to the lavender’s home of field and gift of serenity, taking in all to what she could in one whiff before displaying herself just short of the ground in a content, laying position. Her ebony fur made her stick out like a sore thumb, though she would not mind. The land alone was too mesmerizing to spoil just by the littlest fault. It was because of those quirks which made it ten times more memorable, she believed, quietly whispering to the winds as she beckoned for a great story for them to faintly tell in her large ears. As she craned her neck towards the whispering winds, it was then did she see a king himself squander to the territory’s edge, searching blissfully upon her presence, as she too, knew he was here and the two instantly knew they were together alas after the great conjoining of loving mates earlier that autumn day. To when he decided to join her, she eyed him with playful hues, ones which resembled curiosity and an undefined grace to the colour of her irises. The jaded pair played no such games with the handsome brute, though she did slip a few teasing peeks before he displayed a lovely set of flowers behind her ear.

She giggled softly to his gift, her cheeks blushed and rosey beneath their ebony hairs while her tail swayed carelessly at her side. The beta female greeted her beloved with a kind, affectionate lick to his snout before stepping back to match his bow with a curtsey of her elegant own, “Ah.. but the pleasure tis be all mine, my love.” Juno murmured, allowing the soft winds to carry her voice into an almost echoing form throughout the air around them and to his ears. “I’ve been waiting for you to come find me, and now that you have, I must tell you upon my own discovery of what it is that I wish for so dearly, my sweet.. sweet Marrok.” Her eyes softened and she neared him as best she could without touching. The fae circled him slowly, allowing her words to seep in and bloom to his attention before she would muster more to her reasoning, “Perhaps it be quite sudden of me... but.. I miss the life of a mother, what it was like to have that kindled flame we had together when Apollo and Ryland were still feeding.. They’ve grown so beautifully and strong on their own, but it is that which makes me desire the need for another.” Juno’s tender smile glanced to her mate, her eyes an almost pleading glow. It was true that she did not ask much out of her beloved, it seemed wrong to, but a new family - a new start, sounded much like music to her ears. Perhaps a way for them to become closer despite the madness of their superiority in the pack. “What do you wish for, my love?”

Marrok listened to her words and his stomach started spinning within his gut. Many seasons had past since the pair had raised a litter and a small fear of inability crossed his mind. He looked over her face, shining from hope and joy before him and his own face twisted into a grin. "For you I shall do whatever you like to make you happy. For every day that you are content so am I my love." He cooed to her as his maw nuzzled into her pelt. He would do what ever she asked of his without hesitation, though he did wonder what the new Alpha's would say to the matter. Then as if by a shift in the wind his mind went to the pack's newest arrival and the pair's newest cave mate. Young Aleu showed so much promise and drive to be accepted that knew the thought of divided attention with the pair would harm her emotionally. He thought back to the discussion both had shared the other day, of him being a father figure to her....

"My love what if we couldn't produce the young you seek? What of Aleu, could she not fill the hole in your heart only being a mother could fill? I know she isn't of our loins, but the child does need a home and a family in order to thrive here. Could we think on the matter?" He offered, nosing her shoulder further.